The end

and I collaps in fear with no need to be saved for I see my past and it belongs to someone else.

the point of view

actually I don´t see things as they are. I see them as I am.

The animals

oh i'm just a fall leaf something simple and shy like that. that's how my heart lies down beside the sidewalk. like an empty restaurant filled with perfume and balloons. i sit and entertain the bizarre ghosts of my soul. his name still lingers maybe lactates on my tongue. perhaps i'm just teething for a foreign fallen destiny. miserable but mine. one day soon my girl died, made me remember all the subordinate feelings i cast aside. maybe i had lied when i said i was ok. just getting along like a little song that stops to sing and say. "wild willow, windy winter won't you blow through me
my whole eternity"

The stickerbox

I am filled to the brim with envy of anyone who gets to see you on a daily basis.

The Genesis

it´s not that I don´t believe that God created the universe. I just think before that Cocorosie created God.

The Paris complex

what you gave me was a reason. not an excuse. because there’s sex, making love and fucking. and then there’s you.

The way life goes

you were a dream. then a reality. now a memory.